Questions for Chiron

Could that be why you are so cold
so aloof among the companions.

Circling your friend Pluto
trying to warm Persephone
as she waits frigidly
for her time
to return to earth.

Or perhaps it is just your job
as you ferry the dead to Hades.
Your knurled hands clutching the oar.
The coins in your pocket
weighing down the cloak
over your head

I never realized how swiftly
your prow parted the waters.
I suppose these days you are busy.

What about your compatriots
so silent they do not have a name.
Do they help pull your ferry?

If I withhold my coin at crossing
can I travel for a while
maybe visit a lover
as she strolls in life?
Visit here as a revenant
touch her in her dreams.

As I watch you cross Styx
are the geysers shooting up
trapped souls trying to escape
to the upper world.
Do they ever make it back?